Indian Bull Poem by J T Jayasingh

I too had a Mom of red and white
Who licked my blood-stained waist.
She never hid her breasts
And sent me for toned milk.

I too played around her in sun light,
As my velvet skin shined bright.
She brought me always nigh
With her inward sigh.

I too was liked by humans
When my vigor attracted cows.
They fought to buy me once
To breed brand new calves.

I too was fed with full stomach
To carry their loads all the days.
They blessed me with big hays
To go and win all their ways.

But were all those for this end?
To walk on roads for miles,
Tied together smashed and crushed.
To be killed, to be slaughtered!